Sean definitely knew how to get her twisted up—in more ways than one. She quickly stripped, not bothering to hang up her dress, then marched to the bathroom. One way or another, she was getting rid of her tension. She turned the knob of the hotel shower and immediately stepped away from the pulsing stream. After a few seconds, the mirror steamed over so she immersed herself, taking pleasure in the high powered jets. It had been months since she’d enjoyed a real shower. The surging water massaged her back and neck but the relief wasn’t enough. No, she needed another kind of release. Turning around, she allowed the water to cascade down her entire body. Closing her eyes, she imagined Sean was with her. Touching and caressing every inch of her. Though she was loathe to admit it, she couldn’t help but remember what Sean used to do to her and imagine what it would feel like to have his hands on her again. He might be a control freak and act like a caveman sometimes but the man certainly knew how to use his hands.
